Our president is stupid and rich

The two of them first went back to Jiang Sen's house.Jiang Sen and Lin Yu seemed to want to come over and ask something, but since Sheng Changan was on the side, they could only ask some marginal questions.

Fang Zhiyi took the initiative to speak: "We have made it clear with him, and the current situation is still clear. Although he is not very accepting, the prospect is good."

Jiang Sen felt relieved, and went to pat him on the shoulder: "There is no rush, take your time."

The two went upstairs holding hands, and Fang Zhiyi couldn't help pushing Sheng Changan against the wall as soon as he entered the door and kissed him.

Sheng Chang'an didn't seem to have reacted yet, he snorted, and the back of his head hit Fang Zhiyi's palm on the back of his head.

Fang Zhiyi put his sticky lips in his mouth and said, "I'm very happy that you can come today."

Sheng Chang'an's Adam's apple rolled up and down a few times, he let out a "huh", and put his arms around Fang Zhiyi's neck.

After a while, the two separated, Fang Zhiyi lowered his head and pressed his forehead, and said in a low voice with a smile: "It's a pity we have to go back to China today, otherwise I really want to do something..."

Sheng Changan seemed a little dizzy, blinked: "Why?"

Fang Zhiyi chuckled a few times: "I guess your dad hasn't reflected on it today. If we don't leave today, there may be trouble tomorrow."

Sheng Changan let out an "oh", as if he wanted to push him away and stand up straight.

Fang Zhiyi didn't let go, leaned close to his ear and asked softly, "Then...why don't you ask me what I want to do?"

Sheng Chang'an's ears immediately warmed up, he shrank down, and said something vaguely.

Fang Zhiyi licked around his ear and let go.Sheng Changan stood up straight and immediately jumped aside, reaching out to touch his ears.

Fang Zhiyi couldn't help laughing out loud: "Baby, you are really..." It's so cute.

The two of them flew home that night.

While sitting on the plane, Fang Zhiyi's face suddenly became serious: "I seem to have forgotten something."

Sheng Changan turned to look at him: "What is it?"

Fang Zhiyi rubbed his eyebrows: "Xiao Gao is still living in the hotel by himself."

Sheng Changan: "..."

Fang Zhiyi shook his head and smiled: "Call him after getting off the plane and let him fly back by himself."

Sheng Changan: "...OK."

It was morning when they got off the plane, and the two of them went back to the apartment first. Fang Zhiyi contacted his assistant and asked him to come back by plane and get a bill for reimbursement.

The assistant waiting anxiously for the news in the hotel: "???"

The two of them washed and rested in the morning, and Sheng Changan went out to the company in the afternoon. Fang Zhiyi first called Yang Yue to confirm that he could go to his studio now, and then drove to his place.

When he arrived at the place, Yang Yue was probably painting and still had some paint in his hand.

Fang Zhiyi first handed over the gift in his hand, and then said, "I intend to take those paintings of him away."

Yang Yue rejected the gift first, then Fang Zhiyi smiled and said: "It's just some small things, after all, it's not good to always come here empty-handed to bother you."

Yang Yue took the gift and took him inside: "Okay then, what are you going to do with these paintings?"

Fang Zhiyi rubbed his ear and asked, "His birthday should be on the 27th, right? I see that's written in his profile. I plan to set up a separate studio for him."

Yang Yue nodded and smiled: "Yes, then you have to worry about it."

Because the number of Sheng Changan's paintings is not small, Fang Zhiyi hired a moving company, and each one was packed tightly and brought into the car.

Although according to common sense, it is absolutely impossible for Sheng Changan to go home now, but Fang Zhiyi still called him just in case.

Sheng Changan quickly picked it up: "What's wrong?"

Fang Zhiyi asked with a long voice, "When are you going home?"

Sheng Changan seemed to be in a good mood, and laughed: "It's not even five o'clock, let's wait a while."

Fang Zhiyi said "hmm", "Call me when you come back."

Sheng Changan did not doubt that he was there, so he complied.

Fang Zhiyi planned to turn the room that Sheng Changan prepared for him to read scripts into a studio.

One is because there were a lot of painting utensils and paints in this room, and it was just right to turn it into a studio; Think of this room.

Then there is the room on the second floor that Sheng Chang'an usually doesn't go in, it is more feasible to decorate it secretly; the last reason is that Fang Zhiyi secretly felt that if he changed this room, Sheng Chang'an would definitely consider it Prepare a room for him to read the script, then there is a high probability that I have the following three options, one is to stay in this room, the other is to go to his study, and the third is to stay in his original bedroom—the third is Three are the most likely.

Now Sheng Changan can rest in that room by himself, but just to be on the safe side, Fang Zhiyi will let him go to the original bedroom when he is not around.

On the one hand, although the two have lived together for a long time, Fang Zhiyi has never entered his bedroom, and he has been wanting to move for a long time; on the other hand, Fang Zhiyi has thought about it carefully, and has also sought some opinions from Shen Ze , I feel that instead of letting Sheng Changan adapt to that kind of room by himself, it is better to slowly transform the type of bedroom that he can adapt to now. Although the speed will be slower, it is safe.

After the workers moved the paintings into that room, they unpacked them for him and placed them against the wall one by one.Fang Zhiyi checked the time, settled the bills and added bonuses to the workers, politely asked them to go out, then contacted the construction team, and made an appointment to come to the house for renovation the next day.

After the workers left, Fang Zhiyi mopped the floor of the house to make sure it couldn't be seen, and secretly decided to invite the construction team and a housekeeper to come back tomorrow.

After a while, Fang Zhiyi's cell phone rang.He quickly picked it up: "Hello?"

Sheng Changan said very honestly: "I'm in the garage now, and I'll be going home soon."

Fang Zhiyi was taken aback by his cuteness, and said with a smile, "Then I'll wait for you at home."

The next morning, Fang Zhiyi simply sent Sheng Changan to the company and told him that he would go to Carlo's studio first and pick him up at noon.

In this way, it was basically guaranteed that Sheng Changan would not appear suddenly—Fang Zhiyi turned the car around and went back to the apartment to discuss the room renovation with the construction team in detail.

Because it's just remodeling a room, and it's just adding something to it, changing the color of the wall, etc., so it doesn't take too long.

By the day before Sheng Changan's birthday, all the places that needed to be changed had been sorted out.

After Fang Zhiyi and the construction team settled their wages, they went to Carlo's studio to pick up the ring.

The plainer one has been finished, and I asked Carlo to polish it for him these days to make sure it is not too rough.

After everything was ready, Fang Zhiyi called Sheng Changan: "When are you going home? I'll pick you up."

Sheng Changan paused there, as if hesitating for something: "I need to work overtime today, you can eat something yourself first, I will go back later."

"Working overtime?" Fang Zhiyi felt a little disappointed, and cheered up again: "Then what do you have for dinner? Do I need to bring you food?"

"No need." Sheng Changan quickly refused, and then seemed to feel that his attitude was not very good, so he softened his voice: "Come and pick me up when I go home at night, is that okay?"

"Okay." Fang Zhiyi responded and hung up the phone.

If Sheng Changan is not around, it will be difficult for him to solve the problem of dinner by himself, the only way is to order takeaway from the restaurant.

After hastily resolving the problem of dinner, he didn't receive a call from Sheng Chang'an until after ten o'clock in the evening: "Have you rested yet?"

Fang Zhiyi was drowsy on the sofa, but jumped up immediately after picking up the phone: "Are you done? Then I'll go over now."

Sheng Changan let out a "hmm", and Fang Zhiyi quickly went downstairs to pick up the person after hanging up the phone.

When Sheng Changan sat in the co-pilot, he seemed hesitant to speak.Fang Zhiyi turned to look at him: "What's wrong? Work is not going well?"

Sheng Changan shook his head: "No." He paused, and then said, "Just...a little tired."

"After all, it's too late now." Fang Zhiyi took a cup of hot drink and handed it to him: "Go back and give you a shoulder squeeze?"

Sheng Changan smiled "poof": "No need."

Fang Zhiyi turned the front of the car and drove outward: "Is it really unnecessary? My skills are quite good."

Sheng Changan looked hesitant: "Today...it's too late."

Fang Zhiyi took advantage of the red light intersection and winked at him: "Before going to bed."

Sheng Changan took a sip of his drink, and belatedly realized the ambiguity in what he and Fang Zhiyi had just said, and a layer of red quickly spread from his ears to the sides of his face.

It was past eleven o'clock when we got back to the apartment.

Sheng Changan walked towards the room naturally, planning to take his pajamas to take a shower.

Fang Zhiyi grabbed him: "Wait...wait a while."

Sheng Changan was a little strange: "But it's so late now, is there something wrong?"

Fang Zhiyi answered vaguely.

Sheng Changan stopped in his tracks: "What's the matter?"

Fang Zhiyi paused: "Wait a minute... take you to a place."

"But now..." Sheng Changan paused, and continued, "It's already so late. Where are we going?"

Fang Zhiyi quickly glanced at the clock on the wall, and his brain turned rapidly: "Go to a place that is very close, but the door will not be opened for the time being, and we have to wait for a while."

Sheng Changan let out a "huh": "Then let's go there first, I guess we'll get there just right."

Fang Zhiyi: "...No need."

Sheng Changan: "...Huh?"

The minute hand of the clock on the wall was slipping towards twelve o'clock, Fang Zhiyi took Sheng Changan's hand and said, "Let's go."

Sheng Chang'an thought he was going out, but Fang Zhiyi dragged him upstairs.

Walking to the door of the room where Fang Zhiyi used to recite his lines, Fang Zhiyi looked at him with a smile, and stretched out his hand to open the door.

Sheng Chang'an's gaze turned in, and then his breathing became stagnant.

The inside of the door has completely changed, with warm yellow light and shadows flowing, the wall has a linen texture, and the paintings I painted at the beginning are hung.There are beautiful bouquets of various colors in the room, the most of which are fiery red roses.Sheng Changan stared blankly, Fang Zhiyi gently hugged him from behind: "Happy birthday."

It took Sheng Changan a while to recover his voice: "When did you prepare these...?"

Fang Zhiyi smiled softly: "At this time, it should be said that I like it very much, thank you for your kindness, and then it would be appropriate to come over and give me a kiss."

Maybe it was because the fragrance of flowers in the house was too strong, which made him a little intoxicated——Sheng Changan opened his mouth, his voice trembling: "I... like it very much, thank you for your kindness..."

Fang Zhiyi let go, Sheng Changan turned around very slowly, so nervous that he couldn't blink his eyes, reached out to grab Fang Zhiyi's neckline, and kissed it.

This time he performed much better than before, Fang Zhiyi took a step back slightly after being hit by him, and put his arms around his waist.

When the two separated, Sheng Changan's breathing was still a little short, his eyes were drooping, and the color on his face was unknown whether it was due to lack of oxygen or shyness.

Fang Zhiyi withdrew his hand on his waist, and pulled him into the room: "See if you like it."

After walking a few steps inside, Sheng Changan noticed that some cabinets were added to the room, on which were placed various paint brushes and paper of various materials; a small sink was added next to the drawing board easel, probably for cleaning the brushes .Next to the cabinet were some plaster figures, some soft clay and stones, and some machines he didn't know well in the corner of the room.

Fang Zhiyi explained: "You can paint here, you can also do sculpture, and you can also make ceramics if you like." He couldn't help but joked: "When you become proficient in the future, if I break the bowl, you I can come up and make a new one right away.”

Sheng Changan knelt down and squeezed it, then stood up and looked at the pictures he had drawn.

Fang Zhiyi reached out and touched the frame: "No wonder your teacher wanted you to major in art."

Sheng Changan lowered his head and smiled: "Actually, it's just average."

Fang Zhiyi immediately retorted: "If you are at an average level, how difficult is the Academy of Fine Arts exam?"

Sheng Changan was taken aback for a moment, and then realized: "Don't talk nonsense."

After the two circled around the room, Fang Zhiyi slowly led him to the middle of the room, surrounded by a bouquet of flowers, and knelt down on one knee.

Sheng Changan took a step back subconsciously, Fang Zhiyi took a rose from the flower basket next to him: "I just ordered this today."

Sheng Chang'an stretched out his hand to take it, but Fang Zhiyi shrank his hand back a bit, and took his other hand into his pocket: "Wait a minute."

Although Sheng Chang'an had already guessed what he was going to do, his heart was still beating like a drum.

Fang Zhiyi took out a small box, opened it, and handed it up together with Rose: "Will you marry me?"

Sheng Changan's hands seemed to be trembling a little. He reached out to take the rose and nodded, "I...will."

Fang Zhiyi was still in a daze, Sheng Changan smiled: "Won't you help me put the ring on?"

"Oh yes." Fang Zhiyi probably didn't expect it to be so smooth. He picked up the ring in the box, grabbed Sheng Changan's finger and put it on.

The hands of both of them were not very stable, and it took a few times to put them on.

Sheng Changan raised his hand in front of his eyes, "Is this the ring you made yourself?"

Fang Zhiyi nodded.

Sheng Changan stretched out his hand to pull him up: "Where's the other one?"

Fang Zhiyi took out a small box from another pocket: "Here."

Sheng Changan took it, opened it, took a look, picked up the ring, and knelt down in front of him on one knee: "Then..."

Fang Zhiyi's Adam's apple rolled up and down.

Sheng Changan grabbed his finger: "Will you marry me?"

Fang Zhiyi nodded immediately, and Sheng Changan lowered his head and put the ring on his hand seriously.

Before Sheng Chang'an could stand up, Fang Zhiyi bowed down, held his beautiful chin, and kissed him.

Sheng Chang'an seemed to be a little unsteady, and swayed for a while. Fang Zhiyi stretched out his other hand to support his shoulder. Sheng Chang'an slowly moved back and sat on the ground. Fang Zhiyi's leg arched in. Between his legs, the palm slowly moved to the nape of his neck, deepening the kiss.

When the last two people were lying on the ground and their clothes were a little messy, Fang Zhiyi stopped and said, "I can't do it here, I might catch a cold tomorrow."

Sheng Changan lay under him, blinking his eyes slowly: "Then go to the bedroom?"

Fang Zhiyi hesitated for a moment: "Today...it's too late." But in this atmosphere...it's a pity not to do anything.

Sheng Changan sat up: "Actually... I worked overtime today to finish all tomorrow's work."

Fang Zhiyi let out an "ah".

Sheng Changan lowered his head and touched his face: "Originally... I thought I might go to celebrate my birthday with them...but..." But you have already given me a perfect birthday.

Fang Zhiyi lowered his head and kissed him again: "Then shall we go to the bedroom?"

Sheng Changan gave a soft "hmm".

After the two of them moved to the bedroom, their clothes were almost scattered.

The quilt on the bed hadn't been pulled back yet, but they couldn't care less. Both of them fell on the bed, their clothes scattered all over the floor.

Fang Zhiyi leaned close to his ear and asked softly, "Is it okay?"

Sheng Chang'an whimpered, waved his hand casually, grasped the bedsheet feebly, and buried his head on Fang Zhiyi's neck.

Fang Zhiyi asked persistently: "Is it possible? Today?"

Sheng Chang'an let out a "huh" with some impatience, and a sobbing sound like a kitten came out of his throat: "It's ok...it's ok..."

Fang Zhiyi muffled a few laughs, lowered his head and kissed the corner of his lips: "Today... forget it, but we will have to do it a few more times..."

Sheng Changan took a quick breath, his whole body went limp, and he slowly raised his arms to wrap around Fang Zhiyi's neck.